Sheila Quotes in After the Sunset (2004)

Ed: So, uh, what kind of business are you in, Max?

Max Burdett: I have a bunch of sweatshops in the Philippines.

Ed: Oh.

Sheila: Oh.

Max Burdett: You should see those kids make those hats.

Mark: Tell me, what's a rich girl like you doing in a shit place like Alabama?

Sheila: Oh, watching poor niggers break their asses in our father's cotton mill.

Mark: Sweet. What else?

Sheila: Well, listening to rock. You like rock?

Mark: No, I like whiskey.

Sheila: [after Fu Manchu has reveald his murderous plans for her and Dr. Von berg] You yellow beast!

[first lines]

Sheila: Oh Jack, let's dance, shall we dance? And let's have some more champagne.

Sheila: You found me beautiful once...

Ash: Honey, you got reeeal ugly!

Sheila: I may be bad... but I feel gooood.

Sheila: But what of all those sweet words you spoke in private?

Ash: Oh that's just what we call pillow talk, baby, that's all.

Sheila: [after been converted by the deadites, she pulls back her veil revealing a rather pasty looking complexion] I may be bad, but I feel... good.

Sheila: [Being handled by Evil Ash] Don't touch me! You foul thing!

Evil Ash: You're gonna learn to love me, missy.

Sheila: The Promised one will come for you.

Evil Ash: Darlin' I'm gonna save him the trouble.

Sheila: [after receiving Claude's letter] So, I was thinking of writing him. What should I say?

Jeannie: Oh! I wanna say something! I wanna say... um... tell him I said... um... Jeannie says 'Hi!'

Sheila, Jeannie: [in song] Gliddy glup goopy, nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo. Sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba le le lo lo. Tooby ooby walla, nooby abba nabba. Early morning singing song.

Sheila: You are nothing but rubber shit!

Christy Wills: Just tell me one more time what your solution is to this crisis.

Brantley Foster: We don't cut, we expand.

[the waitress, Sheila, arrives]

Sheila: I agree. Expansion is a positive reaction to the universe, while retraction, or cutting back, or pulling off, those are all negative forces. I used to be very negative, and then I took this personality workshop - my whole life turned around. Hiya, my name's Sheila. You make a good-looking couple - how long you been going together?

Brantley Foster: About 20 minutes.

Sheila: Ohhhhh, first date, huh? Good luck.

Christy Wills: No, we're business colleagues.

Sheila: Colleagues, who needs that? You should go together. You look good together. - Oh, oh, d'you want to order?

Brantley Foster: Yeah, we need to see some menus, Sheila.

Sheila: Menus! I'm sorry. - I'm studying to be an actress. I'm a much better actress than I am a waitress. Concentration, that's my big problem. I'll be right back.

Brantley Foster: Well, Sheila's in favor of expansion.

Christy Wills: We should bring her to our next executive meeting. I think Art Thomas would like her a lot.

Brantley Foster: Sheila is also in favor of us seeing each other.

Christy Wills: Yes, well, Sheila is clearly a nut.

Sheila: [from across the room] I heard that! You should try to be more positive with your life, or you're gonna wind up miserable.

Christy Wills: [hiding behind her hand] She heard me!

Dr. Ben Sobel: [Paul and Shiela are having sex in another room, Ben and Laura are lying awake listening. As Paul and Shiela quiet down, Paul glances at his watch] Forty minutes.

Laura Sobel: How much longer are they going to go on?

Dr. Ben Sobel: How much longer 'can' they go on? Another ten minutes, I'm going to either break it up or I'll call the Guiness Book of Records.

[They continue lying there. As it gets loud again, they sit up. They can hear Shiela]

Sheila: [Screaming] Oh God! Oh God! OH GOD!

Laura Sobel: Oh, gimmie a break. She's faking!

Dr. Ben Sobel: What?

Laura Sobel: Nobody sounds like that!

Sheila: Did I kill him?

Troy: No. but he's gonna have a headache for a while.

Sheila: I shoulda killed him.

Sheila: [thumbs up at Alvarez dinner party] Mexico is the best-i-co.

Trudi: Sheila has been studying the art of conversation.

Harris: Oh, you're taking a course in conversation?

Sheila: Yes.

[long pause]

Sheila: He's teaching me to change my instincts... or at least ignore them.

Ron Albertson: I had to have penis reduction surgery.

Dr. Allan Pearl: Penis *reduction*?

Sheila: I said to him, "Ron, you've gotta do something!" And he says to me, "Well, why don't you get one of those vagina enlargements?"

[Ron and Sheila are extras in some kind of Hollywood western]

Ron Albertson: I'd wish they'd at least give us a line. I made some suggestions...

Sheila: We should be line-DANCING.

Dianne: How do you really know that you're spouse is cheating anyway? I mean really?

Sheila: If you think he's cheating, then he's cheating.

Dianne: Wait a second, just because you suspect, that doesn't mean it's truth... it just doesn't.

Angela: I disagree with that. Dianne, every time I caught Marcus cheating, I knew it before I found out. I know because I know how to listen to that voice on the inside of me, that tells me when a man is cheating.

Dianne: mmhmm, that voice...

Sheila: Yeah, but you smoked so much weed in college, baby, you might not want to listen to that voice in *your* head, It's probably *still* high.

[laughs]

Sheila: ... Seriously, if you're always in a chemically induced state, you might want to reconsider everything that you're doing... and thinking too.

Angela: What is this, an intervention? That has absolutely nothing to do with it. I know how to tell. If your man, if he goes to work all day long and then comes home, smellin' like a fresh bar of soap, somethings up. I ain't got time to be sittin' around all day guessin'.

Sheila: Relationships are supposed to be about... trust.

Angela: Now, I'm an old school fool. I'm checkin' his bank statements, I'm checkin' his credit card statements, I'm checkin' his time card at work and I'm comparin' it to the hours that he said he was workin' and it better match the money that he has comin' home. I'm checkin' his cell phone bill, I'm checkin' the numbers that he was callin' on his cell phone bill, I'm checkin' his mileage in the car. His job is 10.5 miles, the kid's school is 2.1 miles. I check the mileage when he goes to Terry and Dianne's house. That is 6.7 miles... and when any of those miles come back 2.2 or 5.6 or 7.9 or 10.7... if he comes back and I see 4.8th and a half of a mile, that means he came from Keisha house, he road to the store to get come breath spray...

Sheila: Do you check his pulse when he walks through the door?

Angela: His resting heart rate is 42 beats a minute. If Marcus comes home to the house and he claim he was at work all day, if that resting heartbeat is 58 beats a minute, he been *cheatin*!

Dianne: I'm not doin' all that. That's a full time job.

Sheila: Exactly!

Angela: The bottom line, is that I *have* to check him. All that time I spent, trainin' that man on how to be right for me, you think that I'm really gonna let some other woman take *all* that on the job training?

Dianne: What is he, a man or a puppy? cause...

Angela: He ain't either one. That's why, I got his cell phone right here and I'm waitin' for it to ring.

Sheila: [drunk] I'm all wet!

Sally: You know what you look like?

Sheila: [laughs] What?

Sally: A big chicken!

Sheila: Shmerack! Shmerack!

[Sheila flaps her open bra]

[Courtney is panicking over a horrific vision]

Matt: I'm gonna go call the cops.

Sheila: Ohh, God. Anybody got any tranqs?

Sheila: I can't believe it! After all, we've meant to each other, you would actually evict me for keeping a parakeet in my room?

Max Devlin: Sweetheart, if I let you keep a parakeet, I'd have to let everybody else keep a parakeet and this is not a bird sanctuary, it's an apartment house!

Mr. Billings: Honey, he's only following rules. If you want to blame someone, blame the rotten owner!

Female Tenant: He IS the rotten owner!

Sheila: Well Mr. Phipps, you are in perilous danger of turning me back into a heterosexual.

Napoleon Lazar: And what are you doing walking around like that, with no top on?

Sheila: I'm free, I'm proud, I'm woman!

Elvina: Well shoot, I don't want to go to jail, there are lesbians there.

Sheila: I always thought that was one of the advantages.

Dr. Lorca: Now, listen, carefully everyone, no one is leaving here til my specimens are returned.

Elvina: What!, Me too?

Sheila: [being sarcastic] Oh, no, you can go.

Elvina: Oh, thank God, so then how do I get out outta here?

Belinda Yost: [interrupting] She was being sarcastic you moron.

Elvina: Huh?

[looks to Sheila, Sheila nods]

Elvina: Well, that's not very funny.

Napoleon Lazar: Wait! there's nothing a value in there.

Sheila: [pulling the cooler with the specimen inside out of the car] Where you going? The beach?

Napoleon Lazar: It's um, it's a biological specimen, it's, it's dangerous, contagious.

Sheila: Wow, cool, this is going to be a real icebreaker party.

Napoleon Lazar: [at Dr. Lorca] Did you have the right for your vixen to waylay me?

Sheila: I never saw you before in my life, froggy.

Napoleon Lazar: Slut, you cheap slut.

Sheila: hey, now slut I don't mind, but I'm a costly slut, deal with it, ribbit.

[In the Whammy Burger]

Bill Foster: Why am I calling you by your first names? I don't even know you. I still call my boss "Mister", and I've been working for him for seven years, but all of a sudden I walk in here and I'm calling you Rick and Sheila like we're in some kind of AA meeting... I don't want to be your buddy, Rick. I just want some breakfast.

Sheila: You can call me Miss Folsom if you want.

Sheila: [Romulus wakes up in Moira's with Sheila nearby] Some white girls will fuck any kind of black man. Crazy... even homeless.

Romulus Ledbetter: Leave me alone, Sheila.

Sheila: So... what do you call yourself doing? Digging for evidence?

Romulus Ledbetter: I'm getting close. Something happened here. I can feel it.

Sheila: [Glances toward Moira and smirks] I bet you can. You better open up your eyes and take a look around.

Romulus Ledbetter: Leave me alone. How did you get in here, anyway?

Sheila: I rode in on your dreams.

Romulus Ledbetter: Well, ride on out.

Sheila: You better wake up, baby, before you get murdered in your sleep. You hear me? You better wake up...

Sheila: So, now you think you're a detective?

Romulus Ledbetter: I got eyes, Sheila. I can see things other people can't.

Sheila: Like me?

[Smiles]

Sheila: You still think I look like this after all these years?

[laughs]

Sheila: You're no smarter than when I married you, are you?

Romulus Ledbetter: I'm going to find the evidence, Sheila. I'm going to nail this Leppenraub bastard.

Sheila: Aw, baby, if your shit was a rocketship, you could fly to the moon. Now, why do you have to stick your nose in matters that don't pertain to you? And don't give me some bullshit about love.

Romulus Ledbetter: The dead boy knew me, Sheila. He called me, "The Voice."

Sheila: It's Lulu, isn't it? You want to prove yourself to her? You want to earn her respect? Try soap and water. Try getting a job.

Romulus Ledbetter: Sheila, what are you doing here?

Sheila: Watching you make a fool of yourself. What are YOU doing here?

Romulus Ledbetter: I have to prove Leppenraub is guilty.

Sheila: Prove to who?

Romulus Ledbetter: To the world. To... to Lulu.

Sheila: Lulu needs a father, not some psycho Sherlock Holmes.

Mouse: [Mouse and Bobby approaching Sheila and Katy] I know I might like her, but sometimes she's a different person. I don't know what she's gonna be one moment to the next.

Bobby O'Grady: Don't say anything.

[to Katy and Sheila]

Bobby O'Grady: Hey, whats goin' on?

Katy: Boys.

Mouse: Hey, Sheila.

Sheila: Hey, Mouse.

Mouse: That's a nice sweater.

Sheila: It's a, uh, blouse, Mouse.

Mouse: Yeah, it's nice.

Sheila: Would I get married again? No, I want to be waiting outside the bathroom of my boarding-house forever. Of course, I do. That's why I go to that wretched dance every week. I want to be waiting outside my own bathroom, while some bad tempered fellow with hair growing out of his ears reads the newspaper on the toilet and I wish I was back here, talking to you.

Mrs. Keogh: Have they told you what day for the nylons sale, Ellis? Never had a Bartocci's girl in here. Might get some inside information.

Eilis: I haven't been told anything.

Diana: I bet you wouldn't let on if you had.

Patty: She's that sort. More aligned to her bosses than to her friends.

Diana: Like a red spy.

Sheila: Oh, dear God.

Mrs. Keogh: I'll thank you to keep His name out of a conversation about nylons. He might be everywhere, but He's not in Bartocci's on sale day.

Diana: Have you told Tony yet, Ellis?

Eilis: Of course.

Sheila: Is he taking you out to celebrate?

Eilis: We're going to Coney Island at the weekend.

Patty: Oh, boy.

Eilis: What does that mean?

Patty: Well, do you have a bathing costume?

Eilis: No, I was going to...

Diana: Do you have sunglasses?

Eilis: No.

Sheila: You need sunglasses. I read that if you don't have them on the beach this year, people will talk about you.

Mrs. Keogh: And what will they say, exactly, Sheila?

Dolores: That's the thing, Mrs Kehoe. You'd never know, because they'd never say it to your face.

Drama Teacher: What are you going to do?

Sheila: I'm doing "The Towering Inferno".

Drama Teacher: What?

Sheila: You know, the movie.

Drama Teacher: Oh.

Sheila: Alright, see I'm playin' O.J. Simpson, alright? And I'm in this building. Okay, there's *fire* all around! Alright, so I go to the elevator.

Sheila: You were a rotten dancer.

Zach: Why do you think I became your choreographer?

Larry: Don't you know the combination, Sheila?

Sheila: I knew it when I was in front!

Sheila: Can I sit on your lap?

Zach: Do you always come on like this?

Sheila: No. Sometimes I'm aggressive.

Mike Cass: How many jobs are there?

Larry: 4 and 4.

Judy Monroe: 44?

Sheila: No, 4 *and* 4.

Larry: 4 boys, 4 girls.

Sheila: Need any women?

Sheila: Why is it only my ass that ever gets invited places?

Sheila: My mother was kind of middle-aged and frumpy.

Diana: Whose isn't?

Sheila: At fourteen she was middle-aged and frumpy.

Bobby: Wow guys... I think you met your match.

Andy: Did we just get dissed by the cabana girl?

Sheila: God, you're quick.

Sheila: [to her husband after he stares at a group of girls] Why don't you just lick 'em when they walk by?

Lianna: I'm gay.

Sheila: I'm Sheila.

Sheila: What do you want?

Pete Dayton: Wanna go for a drive?

Sheila: [coyly] I don't know.

Pete Dayton: Get in, baby.